Aymeric would not accuse Estinien of letting him win, he doesn't think the other man would do that no matter how much he wanted it, but even if he were of a mind to makes those accusations he'd have no cause to here. He's exhausted, he truly has given this battle his all - his entire focus, every minute of every hour of training over the last few weeks poured into this moment, this long awaited victory.
He's breathless, too, almost completely spent, and yet somehow still feels the spark of enthusiasm ignite low in his stomach as Estinien steps in, tries not to watch the way his blade disappears between arm and body because frankly he's embarrassed by the associations it immediately conjures to his mind. He's not some hormonal teenager, driven to lust by the most innocuous things, he has more control now. And yet...
His gaze lands on Estinien's face instead, on the heat in the other's eyes, and a pleased smirk curls his lips.
"That I have." He agrees. There's a pause, then, before his gaze turns teasing, lightly challenging "Need you some time to recover before I collect? I would hate for my prize to lack the proper energy..."
Moments ago he might have said he needed time to recover, and in truth it would probably be best if he did, but the aching want and the singing triumph of finally winning is threatening to overtake his good sense.
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Aymeric would not accuse Estinien of letting him win, he doesn't think the other man would do that no matter how much he wanted it, but even if he were of a mind to makes those accusations he'd have no cause to here. He's exhausted, he truly has given this battle his all - his entire focus, every minute of every hour of training over the last few weeks poured into this moment, this long awaited victory.
He's breathless, too, almost completely spent, and yet somehow still feels the spark of enthusiasm ignite low in his stomach as Estinien steps in, tries not to watch the way his blade disappears between arm and body because frankly he's embarrassed by the associations it immediately conjures to his mind. He's not some hormonal teenager, driven to lust by the most innocuous things, he has more control now. And yet...
His gaze lands on Estinien's face instead, on the heat in the other's eyes, and a pleased smirk curls his lips.
"That I have." He agrees. There's a pause, then, before his gaze turns teasing, lightly challenging "Need you some time to recover before I collect? I would hate for my prize to lack the proper energy..."
Moments ago he might have said he needed time to recover, and in truth it would probably be best if he did, but the aching want and the singing triumph of finally winning is threatening to overtake his good sense.